GINNY WEASLEY AND THE CHOSEN THREE
Chapter Two: All in the Family
By Annie Argo
"Tell me why
can't I
Just reach up and simply touch the sky
Tell me why can't I
Spread my arms and fly and fly and fly
Tell me why can't I say this
Why can't I do that?
Tell me what do they want from me?
Tell me how to act"
-Pink Split
Personality
For my first three reviewers
Thursday April 15, 2010
The girl on the front page of the newspaper was pretty. She had long fiery red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a pale face. The look in her eyes was one of a scared, nervous, yet determined person. She was looking over the shoulder of a dark blue robe and black cloak at the camera. There were hands grabbing her arms, but the owners of the hands were not in the picture. The girl was me. There was a small note under the picture saying that due to the constant running of the subject of the picture, it had been frozen. I looked at the headlines once again. 'CHOSEN WITCH STILL MISSING' blared out at me. I sighed and threw the paper down. I was alone at the large breakfast table at the moment. What I wouldn't give to have company. As if reading my mind, Mr. Walton came in at that moment.
"Morning," he murmured in my direction. I hadn't seen him this morning until now, so I assumed he hadn't seen the paper yet.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What's wrong with you, Virgina?" Mr. Walton asked. He always called me Virgina when I was being particularly difficult (not that I ever was, of course). This time it didn't bother me. I remained silent and slid the paper across the polished wood table. He took one look at the headline and groaned. I smiled sweetly at him and left the table and my half done breakfast. I walked over to the nearest fireplace. The past month had been focused on wiring the house with Floo Powder so that we wouldn't have to walk the whole way up or down. That month had been great. Ethan and Ron had stayed with me at what we affectionately started to call Mossflower Manor. How Ethan came up with that name, I will never know. Mr. Walton had gone back to work (the ministry needed either him or Ethan there) and I'd had a great time. Now the tyrant, Mr. Walton, was back and I was back to living a dull life. Ethan, Harry, and Ron had all promised to visit, but I didn't expect them too. After all, they all had jobs (though I didn't know what Harry and Ron did) and Ethan couldn't take off of work very often. I threw a bit of Floo Powder into the fireplace.
"Tower room!" I yelled as I stepped into the fire. Prison is a more suitable name, I thought to myself as I traveled to my room . When I stepped out of the fireplace in front of my room (it had been agreed that my room would not be directly connected to the Floo network for privacy reasons), I checked my appearance in the mirror to make sure that I had no soot on me. There was no one around for me to need to look neat for, but it was a habit that my mum taught me, so I automatically did it. I opened the door to my room and left it standing open. Even though I had many windows in my circular room, I got to feeling trapped if I had to stay in here for too long. I looked at my unmade bed. It made the room look messy, so I set to work on making it.
My room, as I mentioned, was circular. It had lots of windows to let in light, and because there was practically no chance of anyone peeping on me (as I was in the top corner of a very large manor) I left the thick, royal blue curtains open at all times because the room was just too dark with them closed. My bed was a four poster one, similar to the one I'd had at Hogwarts except that the hangings were royal blue (to match the curtains) rather than the scarlet ones I'd had in my Gryffindor dorm room. The floor was wood and the walls were stone which, if I had been Muggle, would have made it nearly impossible to hand things on. But I was a witch, so I was able to hang pictures. My walls were littered with pictures of my family and friends that had been taken over the years and given to me.
When I'd first unpacked after arriving here, I'd found that Mr. Hill had slipped the beautiful quilt that I'd used at his house into my bag. I vowed to myself that I'd thank him someday. The quilt, full of reds, whites, and blues, was now draped on my hammock that I'd conjured up to float in my room and make it more interesting. When I was growing up I'd always wanted a hammock in my room, but my mum was always telling me no. Now that I was grown up (in some ways more than others according to my brothers) and Voldemort was after me, I figured that it was time I had what I wanted. Against one wall was a semicircular bookcase that fit against the wall perfectly. Every morning I would go downstairs to find a book at my place at the table. Ron had sent a note the first morning saying that mum thought I'd be bored and might like some books to read, but he could only send one at a time. As sweet of a thought as it was, whoever was picking out the books to send me was doing a horrible job of it. So far I'd gotten Mediwitches in the 21 century, Advanced First Aid Spells, The History of Magical Medicine, and other medical books (history and other non fiction ones) that I had needed to pass mediwitch school. I sighed longingly for my novel, The Wrong Bride, as I looked at the most recent book. Mediwitches: a behavioral study behind the witches. I had needed it for a class that I ended up not taking, so I'd never read it. I placed the book beside my others on the book shelf.
My life at Mossflower Manor is boring. There's nothing to do all day but explore and I'd gotten sick of even that. I crossed the large room and layed down on my hammock. I pulled out my wand and enchanted a small doll that I'd had all my life to spin in the air while floating around. My mind drifted off to Gwendolen and my family. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear him come in.
"Ow!" a male voice jarred me out of my trancelike state. I sat up a bit too quickly and I spun out of the hammock.
"Ooaff!" I landed on the floor face down.
"Are you OK, Ginny?" the voice laughed.
"Yeah, luckily for me the ground was here to break my fall," I said sarcastically. I sat up and rubbed my nose before looking up to see Ethan standing over me holding my doll.
"Lucky you," he smiled and held out his hand to help me up. I smiled slightly and took his hand. Once I was standing he handed me the doll. "This yours?" he asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I was bored and I um…" my voice trailed off, slightly embarrassed as I realized he'd been hit in the head by my semi plastic doll.
"Enchanted it to hit people who walk into your door in the head?" he laughed.
"Not quite, but now that you mention it, that does sound like a good idea," we both laughed, "So why are you here?" I asked as we both sat down on the edge of my bed. I was thanking myself silently for making the bed moments before.
"I had some business to attend to with Mr. Walton, and I figured that while I was here at Mossflower Manor, I'd visit you. I thought you might be bored." I looked at my doll and blushed as he said the last bit.
"How did you get the name 'Mossflower Manor' anyway? It's a lovely name, but I know I've heard it before."
"From an old Muggle book series. You should read it sometime; it's really good. It's by Brian Jacques."
"Next time I'm browsing at my local bookshop or library, I'll be sure to look for them," I said glumly. There was no way I'd be going to a bookshop or library any time soon.
"So I see you've been getting the books that Ron said he's been sending you," Ethan said, changing the subject, as he picked up my latest book. "Mediwitch: a behavioral study behind the witches…sounds,er, fascinating." He made a face and I laughed.
"Ron's been sending me my old mediwitch school books. Whoever picks out the books to send me must think that I should be using my imprisonment time to study…" I smiled faintly.
"Either that or they think you enjoy these books."
"You've obviously never read any of these. Go on, read some of it," I dared. Ethan shrugged and opened up the book. Moments later he set the book down.
"Whoa," he blinked, "that reads like Muggle stereo instructions. How could you have ever studied with this?" he asked me.
"I ended up not needing that course, but medischool was very hard. There were times when I almost gave up. But I had this roommate, Lena Cunningham, and I finished with honors because of her," I said quietly, looking down at the floor.
"Did she encourage you and help you study?"
"Lena?" I asked looking up, "Hell no! She was known as 'Queen Bitch' to everyone and I graduated with honors because she said I couldn't and I did just to show her!" I smiled, trying to picture Lena helping anyone but herself.
"Ah." Ethan looked at his watch. "I need to be going. I'll talk to Ron about the selection of books he's been sending you. I'll be back soon." He hesitated before leaving the room. "Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"Stay here at Mossflower and stay out of trouble. Good bye." Ethan was gone from the doorway before I could ask him why he was telling me this or even saying goodbye. I went back over to the hammock to think. Sure, the thought of running away had crossed my mind, but I'd always think about the horrible Death Eaters and that I had no idea where Mossflower Manor was located, so I always stayed.
The thoughts of what Ethan had meant were starting to clog my brain and cause a headache, so I got out The History of Magical Medicine to read. Of all my medi books, this one had been my favorite which wasn't saying much. I got past the first chapter before I drifted off into sleep.
The next day at breakfast, the newspaper was not present as it usually was. Mr. Walton's place had been cleared, so I guessed that he'd already eaten and had taken the newspaper with him. This didn't bother me because as soon as I sat down I saw my daily book. It was The Wrong Bride. I smiled and wished that at that moment I could thank both Ethan and Ron. I set the book aside and started to eat my bacon, eggs, and toast. A movement in the room next to the dining room brought me to my feet. I crossed the room and peered through the doorway. A tall, slender young woman with mocha colored skin and dark brown ringlets was standing with her back to me and brushing off the back of her yellow robes. It was Fred's wife, Angelina.
"Angelina?" I said. I knew it was her, but I didn't think she's have reason to be here as she was a Quidditch player for the Cannons.
"Ginny! Hi!" she said brightly as she spun around to face me. Before I knew it I was being hugged.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, but she didn't answer me.
"When I saw in the paper that you were missing, I was really worried. And it irked me when that brother of yours, Fred, wasn't worried in the slightest bit. We had a really horrible fight about it," Angelina was silent for a moment, then continued on brightly, "Anywho, the fight ended about three weeks later when Fred finally confessed where you were. He didn't give the specific location. I got that from Ethan. He said that I could come visit you since I was family and you were really lonely. Oh my, this is a nice house! Its huge!" Angelina looked around as I led her into the dining room where my food was getting cold.
"I know. We had to wire the house to Floo Powder just so I could get up to my room. Do you want some breakfast?"
"No thanks. Tea sounds lovely, though." I poured her a cup of tea as we sat at the table chatting. Angelina and Fred had married a couple of years after Hogwarts graduation. It had been no surprise. Then a year after that George married an Australian witch named Charlie McGee. Her real name was Charlene, but she said she's always been called Charlie. My brother Charlie married a Muggle named Alice Jones, but she left him when she found out about his magic. Bill was married to a witch named Lucy Ricardo. Percy had been married to Penelope Clearwater, but she died of a disease leaving him a widower with three kids, Jack, Thomas, and Nancy. Out of all my sisters-in-law, Angelina had to be my favorite. She was always like the older sister I'd never had.
"How's mum doing?" I asked finally, when my breakfast was done.
"She's still upset that you had to go into hiding, but she's good other than that. How's it like living here in this…castle?" Angelina was still in shock over how large the place was.
"I'm still getting used to it, but it's rather nice. A bit boring at times. Every time I want to go somewhere I have to use the fireplaces and I still have yet to memorize all the different rooms in the house and their names that are hooked up."
"Where's your room?"
"The top floor. Would you like to see it?" I offered. We stood up and she grabbed the bag that was sitting at her feet.
"Sure!" I led her to the closest fireplace.
"My room's called Tower Room, so just say that and it should bring you to the right place." I held out the beautiful china vase that we kept Floo Powder in. Angelina sprinkled it in the fire.
"Tower Room!" she said and stepped into the fire. I followed soon after. When I got out of the fireplace, she was standing in the hall way looking down corridor both ways. She turned when I got out. "I thought this was taking us to your room," she said, confused. It wasn't like Angelina to be stupid.
"My room's right here," I said, and opened the door and looking at her suspiciously.
"Oh, sorry. I'm not all here today," she walked into my room, the bright smile gone from her lovely face.
"What's wrong, Angelina?" I asked her as we sat down on the bed.
"Fred's gone." She started to cry.
"What do you mean?" Panick laced my voice.
"He told me that he had to go to the office a bit, and he'd be home later. But he never came back," she sobbed, "Dallas, our owl, brought this note round." She reached in her bag and took a note out of it. I read it quickly.
Angel,
Don't be worried about
me. I'm fine, but I have to go away for a while to do some work that I cannot
disclose. I need you to go to the Ministry office. Ask for Ethan Longacre.
He'll tell you what to do. I love you.
Fred
I looked at Angelina, whose sobbing had quieted a bit.
"What did Ethan say?" I asked her, my heart thudding. I always worried about my brothers when they had to go away for work.
"He said that Fred had to go away and that I was to come stay here until Fred came to get me, the overprotective git. So then I went home and packed and came here." Angelina sighed.
"Well, at least you have it better than me," I said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Angelina looked at me sideways.
"Well, up until now the only company I had was Mr. Walton and these old medi books," I swept my hands in the direction of the books, "and at least you know that you'll be going home soon, and you don't have Voldemort on you tail." Angelina didn't say anything, but she put one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a half hug. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, then Angelina spoke.
"What's Mr. Walton like?" she asked me curiously.
"He's a grouch to me. He's too uptight. I don't think he likes me too much, but he is protecting me, as Ron so kindly reminded me the other day," I said glumly as I remembered the day at the Longacre Estate over a month ago.
"Oh well. I have some exciting news for you," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"What is it?" I asked, smiling. I was ready to hear good news after being here by myself for over a month.
"You're going to be an aunt again," she smiled a thousand watt smile.
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah! Charlie's pregnant…" she saw the look on my face change a little bit, "Did you think it was me?" I nodded my sister-in-law and she started laughing, all tears forgotten. "No, Fred doesn't want a family yet. But I don't think George had a choice. She's due sometime in December I think." Angelina smiled.
"I can't picture George as a father. Charlie I can picture as a mother, though." Charlie had blonde hair that reached her chin and flipped out. She had gray eyes and a kind eyes. She was wonderful with kids, as I found out when she came to visit me at Hogwarts when I was going through my training.
"I know. When I picture George being a father I keep seeing Fred as a father and me as a mother and that is just not something I can see. But eventually I will be one whether Fred likes it or not." She smiled.
"We'd better get downstairs and find Mr. Walton. He'll give you a room and stuff. C'mon." We went to the
"Where do you think they went to?" a voice said from the dining room.
"I dunno. Maybe Ginny found a hot guy to pursue and dragged Angelina along." A second voice said.
"Dragged her long? Charlie! You obviously don't know your sister-in-law. She wouldn't need to be dragged along. Besides, where would they find a guy? And a hot one at that?" the first voice said.
"Have you taken a look at this place, Luc?" said the second voice which I now recognized as Charlie, Fred's wife, "He could have been trapped somewhere." We arrived in the dining room at that time. Lucy and Charlie were standing by the doorway. Charlie saw us first.
"Ginny! Angelina!" she practically screamed and leapt onto us to hug us.
"What are you to doing here?" I asked as Lucy came to give us a hug. Lucy had hair the color of chocolate that reached her shoulders and was curled in ringlets like Angelina's hair was. Lucy was always quiet unless she was around one of her sisters-in-law. She had green-gray eyes and a pale complexion.
"George sent me. Seemed to think that this would be the safest place for a pregnant woman during all this!" Charlie laughed and put a protective hand over her pewter colored robes where her stomach was.
"Bill had to go away, and he told me to stay here. He said that Ginny would be here, but I guess he didn't know that Fred and George were playing the over protective husbands just like he was," Lucy sighed.
"Fred had to go away…did George have to, Charlie?" I asked.
"Come to think of it, yes he had to…do you think what I'm thinking, ladies?" Charlie said suspiciously.
"No unless you tell us, hun. Some of us don't have mind reading abilities," Angelina joked quietly.
"I don't Angie," Charlie said, using Angelina's least favorite nickname, and poking her tongue out at her.
"Ladies, please! Charlie, explain your theory." Said Lucy the Peacemaker (as we often called her because she was forever refereeing arguments in the Weasley household).
"Well, I think that something has happened that they're not telling us and they all have to go right it, and they don't trust us at home because something horrible is going on." Charlie said. No one had a chance to answer her as Mr. Walton chose that moment to come strolling in.
"Good morning, ladies," he said uncheerfully.
"Morning, Mr. Walton." I introduced each of my sisters-in-law. So far there were four of us here now. Harry's wife, Emma, might come and there was always Ron's girlfriend Hannah Bridie who was living with him. Emma was the sweetest creature on earth. She had black waves that fell just below her shoulders and blue eyes. She was shy, and probably worse than Lucy. I had known Emma in school (she had been in the year below me but she had gone to Salem's Witches Academy in the States and I had gone over there on an exchange program and met her there and eventually introduced her to Harry) so she was comfortable around me, Harry, and Ron. Hannah had strawberry blonde hair that reached her waist and hazel eyes. She was a lot more out going but not as exuberant as Charlie. She was a Muggle, but she'd known about magic before she started dating Ron. I didn't know if they were going to show up, and there were always Percy's kids.
"Virgina, show them to their rooms. They will all have rooms by yours." He turned and walked away. I blew air through my teeth. Did he have to do that to me? Have complete power over me and use my full name in front of my sisters-in-law. Mr. Walton had become more uptight than he had been that day in my office that seemed like a hundred years ago.
"Where's your room, Ginny?" Charlie asked me as two figures entered the room. It was the Potters. Harry had escorted his wife here. How sweet, I thought.
"Hi Harry! Hi Emma!" Charlie, Lucy, and Angelina chorused. I made my way forward knowing that Emma wouldn't be comfortable around any of the others.
"Where's Tobias?" Harry asked me as I approached.
"He just left the room. Is Emma staying, too? If she is, I can take her up to her room. Mr. Walton told me to take the others up there." Harry nodded absent mindedly. I nodded back then went to the group of my sisters-in-law. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry and Emma talking softly. She was crying and it was tearing out his heart to leave her. Suddenly, she threw her arms around him and held on to him for dear life. Harry kissed Emma on the top of the head and whispered something in her ear. Emma nodded and, pulling away from Harry slightly, glanced in my direction. As Harry and Emma kissed good bye, I turned my back to them to give them more privacy.
"I feel sorry for Emma," Charlie was saying, "She's so shy, she'll be absolutely miserable!" Charlie had tried to become friends with Emma the hardest and didn't hold it against the girl that she was shy.
"Maybe she won't quit as shy when the week is over with," Lucy said quietly. We stood in silence for a few more minutes before Emma joined us.
"You all right?" I asked Emma quietly as I put an arm around her shoulders.
"I'll be fine, Ginny." She said in her think, soft, southern accent. Harry left the room after biding us all a good bye. We were about to leave the room when five people came into the room. Ron, Hannah, and Percy's three kids came into the room.
"Where are Harry and Tobias?" Ron asked us as soon as he saw Emma.
"They left. Are they staying, too?" Charlie asked sweetly. She loved to fight with Ron. It was a strange habit that she probably got from George who loved to fight with all his brothers, but never me (luckily for me).
"Yeah. Percy sent the kids over to me to bring here. Bye, Hannah. I'll get you in a few days." Ron kissed her and was out of the room in minutes (after checking up on me, of course). I knew that since he was going my books were going to stop coming, but I didn't mind. Not when Charlie, Lucy, Hannah, Emma, Angelina, Jack, Thomas, and Nancy were all here was I going to have time to sit around and read much. Jack and Thomas were twins and the oldest of Percy's kids. They were identical twins and looked exactly like their father and were 5. Nancy looked exactly like her mother with blonde curls and blue eyes. She was 3 and I knew it pained Percy to see Nancy everyday for instead of seeing Nancy he saw Penelope and it broke his heart over and over again. Percy had been my least favorite brother (he'd always been way too over protective) but I felt terrible for him. Had I lived in a house and not at Hogwarts for most of the year I would have taken Nancy in. Nancy came directly to me and 'Auntie Emma' as she called Emma even though Emma wasn't blood related to us. Emma picked up Nancy and held her close. I kept my arm around Emma and moved the other one to Nancy's back and started to make slow circles. Jack and Thomas went to Angelina and Charlie. Lucy started up a conversation with Hannah.
"I'll show you ladies your rooms, but I don't know where to put the kids. There are only so many rooms up in the towers and I don't know if I'm supposed to put them together or what." I said. The ladies all nodded and we headed over to the fire place.
"What about the young ones, deah?" Emma asked me, "Shouldn't they stay heah with someone?"
"You're right. Angelina, since you've already been up there before, will you stay here with them? I'll send someone down once they're settled." I spoke.
"Sure. C'mon kids, lets go back to the dining room." Angelina took Nancy from Emma's arms and they left the room.
"All right, ladies. Here's how it works. You put some Floo Powder in the fire place, yell 'Tower Room!,' then step into the fire, keep your arms to your side and you will come out in a hallway. Who's first?" I explained. One by one, we all traveled up to my floor. I put Emma in the room across from mine, Charlie on right, Lucy on the left, Hannah across from Charlie and Angelina would be across from Lucy. This left one room which I assumed would either be for my mum (who might or might not be coming) or for the children, but I doubted that they would be so high up because they were too young to use Floo Powder. I sent Charlie down when she was all done, and then showed Angelina her room.
Finally, all the women were settled. It was dinner time. We all arrived in the front hall to see Harry, Ron, Ethan, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, my brother Charlie, and Mr. Walton standing there, waiting for us. Mr. Walton had talked to me earlier that day, and told me that we were to dress for dinner tonight. I was wearing long, black dress robes. Emma was wearing pale purple, sister-in-law Charlie was wearing red, Hannah was wearing white, Angelina was wearing pale pink, Jack and Thomas were wearing blue, Nancy was wearing green, and Lucy was wearing orange. Each husband greeted their wife and Ron greeted Hannah. I gave Percy a hug and left his children with him. Then I went to stand with Ethan.
"All part of your family?" he asked me.
"Well, all the men with red hair are my brothers. Angelina, Charlie, and Lucy are my sisters-in-law. Percy's wife, Penelope, died a few years back, and Hannah and Ron are still dating, but I think he's going to propose to her sometime soon. Harry isn't related to me, but my mum practically adopted him and Emma's his wife." I explained to him in a whispered.
"What's it like living in a big family? I was an only child growing up and here you have 6 brothers, nearly 7," Ethan smiled sadly.
"It was nice because we've always been a close family," but I didn't get to any further because Percy, Fred, George, Bill, and my brother Charlie all came at me at once. I hugged them one by one, saving George for the last.
"Congrats, George. Angelina told me about Charlie earlier," I said in his ear as he gave me a huge bear hug.
"Can you imagine me as a dad?" he asked suddenly.
"Not really, but I'm sure you'll do wonderful," I assured him. He gave me one last squeeze, and went off to see to his wife. We all made our way to the dining room and sat down. I took a seat in between Ethan and Percy. The meal was enjoyable. I ended up switching places with Percy who switched places with Ethan so that Percy could talk to Mr. Walton. The food was wonderful. When dinner was almost over Mr. Walton stood up.
"I know that some of you are wondering why you are all gathered here, am I right?" Mr. Walton asked. Most of us nodded our heads.
"Miss Hermione Granger has been missing for a while. We believe that it is in attempt to get Dr. Weasley out of hiding. It will not work, however. She will be staying here. All the men in this room, save myself, will go looking for Miss Granger and Miss Gwendolen Chant, who is believed to be the second chosen witch. You women and children are here because we believe that it isn't safe for you at home by yourselves. When Miss Granger is found and rescued and so is Miss Chant all of you may go home, but you are welcome to stay after they are found. Dinner is dismissed." Mr. Walton turned and left the room. Everyone stood up, except for me. I was too shocked to do something that require so much thought as standing up did. I was vaguely away that someone, probably one of my brothers, shaking me.
"Ginny, Ginny, you need to go on up to your room." I ignored them. More people tried to get me to go on up to my room. One thought kept running through my mind. You did this to her. It's your fault that she's gone. If you hadn't befriended her and if you hadn't become like a sister to her, she would be safe at her house. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! The voice said. I shook my head to try to get the voice out of my head. This is all your fault…ALL YOUR FAULT! The voice kept saying.
"Ginny, deah, its getting late. You should go on up to your room, honey, and go to bed. Miss Grangah will be fine." It was Emma. I knew that Harry would be leaving and I knew that I had to stay sane for the sake of Emma. I looked into Emma's glazed over blue eyes. I sighed and stood up. "I'll walk up stairs with you, honey," Emma said to me, "but let me say good bye to Harry first." I nodded and walked over to where Ron was standing. Hannah had left to get the young kids ready for bed. Instantly I threw my arms around Ron and he returned the hug. The tears started to flow down my cheeks. I could not understand how Ron must have been feeling. He and Hermione had been extremely close and best friends for longer than Hermione and I had known each other. Worse, Hermione and Ron had had a fight just days before I'd left. Both of them were so stubborn, it would take months for them to apologize unless Harry stepped in.
"We had a fight, Ginny," Ron said hoarsely into my ear, "I told her that I hated her and she said she hated me, too. She said she never wanted to see me or Harry ever again. She left. We didn't get a chance to apologize." I could feel his tears wetting my robes. I had never, never, never seen any of my brothers cry before.
"She knows you didn't mean it, Ron. She doesn't hate you, I'm sure of it. I'm sure she didn't mean what she said. Nothing could tear your friendship apart for good. Remember in your third year when you thought her cat ate Scabbers?" I felt Ron nod, "That didn't tear apart your friendship. She was just blowing off steam, you both were."
"Thanks, Gin," Ron said as we pull apart.
"Good luck, Ron, and take care of yourself." I said quietly to him. He nodded and walked over to Hannah who was just entered the room again. I went over to George and hugged him.
"You take care of yourself, you hear?" George told me.
"I know, George. You bring yourself back in one piece for your wife and kid. Anytime you feel like giving up, remember Charlie and your baby. If you don't comeback for anyone or anything else, comeback for them." I whispered to George. He nodded.
"I will come back." Next I went to Fred.
"You come back, Fred, so you an Angelina can have that family and I can be an aunt of millions of kids." He grinned at the millions of kids.
"I'll come back, Ginny, don't worry. Take care of Angelina for me, all right?"
"She doesn't need taking care of, Fred. If she did, she wouldn't have married you…ow!" Fred hit me on the back of my head with his hand lightly, "Just don't ever scare her like that. You shouldn't have told her that you were leaving like that. You have no idea how much it upset her."
"All right. Take care, Ginny." Next I went to my brother Charlie.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," Charlie said, grinning, as he hugged me, "Our little Ginny's growing up fast. Next thing we know, you'll be married with kids."
"Take care of yourself, Charlie."
"I will, Virgina, I will." He winked at me as he called me 'Virgina.' I rolled my eyes and moved on to Bill. Lucy was standing by him crying. Without saying a word, I swept both of them up into a hug and we stood there, the three of us, saying nothing.
"Good luck, Bill," I said.
"Be good, Ginny," Charlie said softly. I looked into his eyes and I knew that he was telling me to take care of Lucy. I nodded.
"I will, Charlie." I came to Percy.
"Take care of my kids, will you?" he asked me anxiously as I hugged him.
"Don't worry; there's seven women here, and we'll all take care of the little ones. You just worry about bringing yourself home."
"Don't worry about me." Percy said. I laughed.
"I will. I have to. It's in my contract as a sister." He smiled at me. Having his wife die was a humbling experience for him. He was a lot nicer to everybody than he had been. I went to Harry. Emma was standing next to him holding his hand. She released it and stepped aside as I came up. Harry and I embraced.
"You find Hermione and don't let Ron do anything foolish. He's still upset over the fight that he'd had with Hermione ," I said to Ron.
"I'll watch out for him. Keep Emma company and help her to make friends with the others, will you?" Harry asked me. I nodded.
"I'll try. I would never desert her; she's far too sweet." Lastly I went over to Ethan.
"Thanks for talking to Ron about the books, even though I don't think I'll be needing any book except for the first aid spells now." Ethan smiled.
"Take care of yourself and mind Mr. Walton. I'll be going with those who look for Gwendolen. I think your brothers Bill, Charlie, and Percy are going with me and then the twins, Ron, and Harry with be looking for Miss Granger."
"You take care of yourself and my brothers. I'll be counting them when I get back," I joked as he gave me a hug.
It was all too fast. One minute I was here joking with all my brothers and the next moment they were gone. I was left here with the other women and children. Shortly after the men left, Emma and I went upstairs. I slowly walked into my room. Once in the privacy of my bed I cried myself to sleep, thinking about how many lives I'd affected and how many more I would. They were tears of sweet release, letting out all the tension I'd had over the past month.
Disclaimer: Tobias Walton (Van Reid); Ethan Longacre (Lurlene McDaniel); Gwendolen Chant (Diana Wynne Jones); Lucy Ricardo (the creators of I Love Lucy, an old tv show); Charlie McGee and Lena Cunningham (Stephen King); Mossflower (Brian Jacques); Ginny Weasley, Voldemort, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Penelope Clearwater, Hermione Granger, and other ideas such as Unplottable-ness (J.K. Rowling) don't belong to me. Their authors are in the parenthesis. Mr. Hill, Alice Jones, Emma Potter, Jack Weasley, Thomas Weasley, Nancy Weasley and Gabriella belong to me as does the Chalice of Clarity. The book titles belong to me, but anyone may use them as long as you give credit to me. The song at the top belongs to who ever wrote it. It is on Can't Take Me Home which is Pink's cd. The chapter title is an old American TV show (well, I'm assuming its American)
Author's Note: Another chapter mostly written today. I lead a very boring life, no? This chapter was a little different than I had planned it to be. Actually, very little of this was supposed to actually happen. If you need a list of the wives and what they look like, you can email me at parrot_head_007@hotmail.com . School starts up soon, so my chapters might not come out this fast again. And again, thanks for all those who reviewed: it meant a lot to me! Oh yes, and the saying 'they don't serve breakfast in hell' is from the song 'Breakfast' by the Newsboys …cool song, you should listen to it.
Ciao!
Annie Argo